Shake It Off? Rejecting Anti-Welcome and Moving Towards Liberation

Greg Klimovitz · Shake It Off: Sermon on Mark 6:1-13

A sermon delivered on July 4, 2011

"Just shake it off."  I remember hearing these words often as a kid. And it was before Taylor Swift was born...literally. I was an avid baseball player from the time I was four through my freshman year of college. Predominantly a catcher, I was prone to getting hit by a foul ball, wild pitch, or a hitter’s looping backswing. I have many scars and sore joints from those sixteen years.

But where did this phrase come from? Do we believe the movement of "shaking it off" can distribute blood flow and reduce swelling? Does shaking it off ease pain? Or is shaking it off yet another way we teach young people, especially boys, to suppress their emotional responses and just move on without showing that something truly hurts and a wound has been inflicted?

 

Just shake it off. As a little league coach these days, I have committed not to use this phrase with kids, whose bodies and brains and minds and emotions are changing as designed. Suppressing natural and healthy reactions to pain is not my MO on or off the field. Sometimes there are injuries to the body and spirit that cannot simply be shaken off. 

And they shouldn't be. 

God knows, for real, the many traumas endured these last eighteen months, whether the pandemic or the endless social ills, cannot merely be shaken off. The pain experienced is a signal that something is not right and aid and relief is needed. To say shake it off in the American cliched verbiage only buries hurt, leads to neglect, and delays healing. Shaking it off is not equivalent to resilience; it can be damaging denial.

 

So why does Jesus go there? Shake it off, Jesus? Surely the Messiah had more compassion, empathy, and concern for those wounded by others and the oppressive systems of the day. But before we lean in, let's pray.

 

We come to today's text and Jesus gives the disciples a packing list.  How I wish this was all I needed to bring whenever loading up our four children into our minivan and traveling even for a single night at the grandparents. 

Staff. Sandals. Clothes on your back. 

No iPads, device chargers, stuffed animals, or pillows. Not a single suitcase. It is simple, quick, and warrants a dependency on the community care provided by those soon visited.  It prevents being burdened by too much stuff and assumes welcome and having enough at destination. A parent can dream, right? But, is there more to Mark's incorporation of this Messianic and Apostolic packing list than merely the reduction of stuff so the hatchback will close and whoever is riding passenger can actually put their feet on the floor? If you are familiar with Mark, you know that there is always something more.  

 

Mark 6 is right on the heals of two significant stories interwoven together: Jesus' healing of a woman plagued by hemorrhage for 12 years and a 12 year-old girl resurrected from the dead. But this all happened in a neighboring town.  Mark 6 begins in Jesus' village and among Jesus' people of Nazareth. They have known him since he was a boy...and they liked him...until now. Jesus is in the local synagogue, where he grew up and studied under local rabbis, and on the sabbath.  In this sacred space on a sacred day they take offense to his teachings.  We know why, too.  Jesus is breaking sabbath, his disciples are not fasting, he is touching the untouchables, and welcoming the unclean.  Jesus is traveling back and forth across the sea (hold that reference), casting out demons and sending them into swine in Gentile land.  Even more, Jesus has a following of fishermen, tax collectors, and sinners called disciples.  Jesus has spent much of his young life shaking off convention to make room for those often excluded from sacred centers and, ultimately, pushed out of Nazareth as a "prophet without honor" as an echo of Ezekiel 2. So Jesus shakes off their anti-welcome and heads elsewhere to come alongside others shaken off and dishonored by religious and political communities alike.

 

But that is only the beginning. Packing lists. Take nothing with you except your staff.  No bread. No bag. No money. Staff. Sandals. Clothes on your back. Twelve of them, sent out with little to nothing to take with them. Twelve of them with a packing list of immediacy. If you have the eyes to see and ears to hear, you will notice Mark's echo of Exodus.  Remember the mountain? Remember the sea?  Remember the wandering in wilderness before entering strange lands? Remember the 12 tribes? And it began with a newly liberated Hebrew people with a rather short packing list, eating unleavened bread with staff in hand, sandals on their feet, ready to pick up and go at a moments notice as they leave captivity and venture towards freedom, "This is how you shall eat [the Passover lamb]: your loins girded, your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and you shall eat it hurriedly” (Exodus 12:1). Is Jesus provoking a new exodus?  Is Jesus calling out a new people of God to pursue liberation in a new land, to shake off the manifestations of Egypt and anti-welcome in their time and place?  YES.

 

Jesus calls and sends out his disciples, again an echo of Ezekiel, into the neighborhoods of Israel that had rebelled from God’s story of liberation, to cast out demons and heal the sick not to prove divine status but to send away old lines of exclusion and draw the circle wider...as wide as the infinite love of God.  And if they and their new way of being in the world are not received well among a rebellious people, shake your sandals and leave that place in the same sort of prophetic dust that covered Pharaoh's chariots as they crossed the sea and towards a new life of freedom.

 

Jesus' hometown in dust?  Sacred space, place, and rituals in dust? Tradition and law in dust? Conventional wisdom and all you once believed to be true in dust? If it holds people captive...yes. If it wreaks of Egypt and Pharaoh...yes. The Jesus movement and those who follow the Way, are to be all about exodus. Everything else is dust. And if we pay attention to the parables of Jesus throughout the gospels, they are all about dusting off from Pharaoh's empire in temple and town. It is shaking off the shackles of captivity and anti-welcome.  So, yes, Jesus said, "shake it off," as in be liberated from oppression and rejection and find renewed belonging in the kindom of God, where we hold all things in common and all people called beloved.  

 

Still, what does this all have to say to us in our time and our place? I believe, in essence, it hinges on discipleship. Are we as individuals and communities of faith, even on “sacred” national days of supposed independence, willing to shake off the dust of anti-welcome and long-histories of oppression and move into real and localized expressions of inclusion and concern for the common good?

 

To shake off oppression, injustice, and isolation from community.

To shake off economic systems that perpetuate poverty and homelessness.

To shake off prison systems bent on racial biases and propped up by corporations.

To shake off unclean spirits of violence and the idolatry of weapons and war.

To shake off narratives of acquisition and never having enough.

To shake off white supremacy, homophobia, racism, and the characterizing of Indigenous peoples.

To shake off ableism and ways society excludes people of various physical, social, and mental abilities.

To shake off all that exploits creation and the earth God so loves and calls good.

To shake off myths of achievement that teach our children what matters most is climbing to the top.

To shake off toxic relationships and those bent on bullying behaviors.

To shake off resentment and hatred that only poison our mind, body, spirit, families, and neighborhoods.

To shake off anything that infringes on the foundational truth that each person is a beloved child of God and beautiful reflection of the Divine. To shake off pre-pandemic patterns of existence as individuals and communities that were never healthy and whole.

 

As Octavius Catto, 19th Century African-American martyred civil rights activist, child of a Philly Presbyterian minister, and one of the greatest baseball players of his era, once said as he shook off anti-welcome in his day and pressed for a more just world, “There must come a change which shall force upon this nation that course which providence seems wisely to be directing for the mutual benefit of peoples.”

 

Friends, as disciples of Jesus gathered and scattered, we have been sent by Jesus to liberate and heal in strange places and in unconventional ways. There are sure to be detractors and fair amounts of rejection along the way.  It will be uncomfortable and require dependency on more than your own efforts. So pack lightly and when tempted to quit or return to the privileged norms of Pharaoh's empire, shake it off. Shake it off not as a means to dismiss pain or suppress hurt, but to be released of the power anti-welcome may have over you, your neighbor, and the divine belovedness you both bear, which can never be shaken off. Yes, shake off the dust of this not-love, leave Pharaoh's chariots behind, and move towards a new kind of exodus found in the gospel of justice, peace, and joyful welcome in Spirit-filled community.

O how I love how churches in Greater Philadelphia and beyond have lived into this exodus-laced change and worked to shake of the dust of anti-welcome through collective work and witness: gardens cultivated to provide nutrition alongside neighbors in Chester to shake off food apartheid in that city; collaborations with local networks formed to extend inclusive coffeehouses for youth and adults of various ability levels to shake of the ableism in Delaware County and beyond; kitchens have been flipped into food pantries for those battling hunger and poverty; grants secured to construct tiny homes for those vulnerable to housing insecurity; Clergy have linked arms in protests and marches and committed to courageous conversations on anti-racism in both their communities and congregations and presbyteries; Pride festivals sponsored and hosted in parking lots; after-school programs offered in the midst of a pandemic so children do not fall too far beyond and yet stay safe; faith communities have continued to adapt mediums for worship and fellowship gatherings, leveraging digital platforms and technologies to shake off the isolation so many have felt in the midst of this pandemic. The list goes on as we live into what it means to be a Matthew 25 people.

 

My kids and I recently have found a new love in the music of Jon Batiste, jazz musician who wrote the score for Disney's Soul and the band leader for The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. On his latest album, We Are, Batiste has a song, “Freedom,” appropriate for today's text and the recent national holidays of Juneteenth and July 4^th : 

When I move my body just like this

I don't know why but I feel like freedom (freedom)

I hear a song that takes me back

And I let go with so much freedom (freedom)

Free to live (how I wanna live)

I'm gon' get (what I'm gonna get)

'Cause it's my freedom (freedom)

The reason we get down, is to get back up

If someone's around, go on let them look

You can't stand still

This ain't no drill

More than cheap thrills 

 

Faithful friends, we have endured much as a people these last 18 months. We have also had our eyes and ears opened to so many cries for justice and deliverance from generations of anti-welcome. May we hear Jesus' call to shake off this dust as an invitation to reach back to that ancient song of freedom God's people have been singing throughout the ages and in empires past and present- including this one. This song invites all people to move their bodies, imaginations, and faith communities in such a way that lets go of shackling systems, stories, and old patterns of existence. No, we cannot stand still. This ain't no drill. We cannot stay the same. Discipleship demands we embrace redemptive change and move towards welcome and mutual care. So what needs to be shaken off in your life and in the church for this to happen?  What is weighing you down from hearing of your belovedness or leaning into proclaiming and extending it to others?  Let go and dance ‘cause it’s not only your liberation, but also that of your community and the world God so very much loves.

 

A Benediction in Poetry

  

shake it off

we tell young ones

send away the pain

subtly

dust yourself off

wipe away the tears

and press on

as an image of strength

as though unharmed

unfazed

by injury or trauma

but what if it hurts

what if the wound cannot be shaken

what if you are not ready to get up

to move on

maybe shaking it off is not resilience

maybe it is damaging denial

suppressing reality

burying emotions

neglecting what makes each of us

human

 

what if

 

yes, what if we do not have to shake off

the pain

but what caused it

to reject anti-welcome

to send away not-love

and linger longer in dreams

for something better

and move towards

in time

our time

a new reality altogether

May we do so in the name of the Creator, Savior, and Sustainer. Amen. 

Dirges, Dances, and the Good Yoke of Christ: A Sermon on Matthew 11:16-19; 25-30

Greg Klimovitz · Dirges, Dances, and the Good Yoke of Christ: Matthew 11:16-19; 25-30

In April, my kids and I were doing our normal bedtime routine. A mixture of chaos, sibling battles, cries to “stop touching me,” and my occasional rants for them to sit down and listen to the story, we finally got to the not-so contemplative prayer that ends with an invitation for them to pray for something or someone. Sometimes it’s a friend, other times a relative; our youngest son used to regularly pray for seahorses. This particular night, our three-year old daughter, when asked, “I pray for soft things and rainbows.” Friends, I was not sure whether to laugh or cry. Either way, it was perfect. 

These last few months have been particularly hard and heavy, grey and dreary. And we are tired, wearied, and likely at the end of our ropes. Soft things and rainbows may feel like figments of the imagination and innocent, maybe naive, petitions of children in the midst of such pervasive unrest and angst. But maybe there is more than naïveté behind these prayers, maybe they are young offerings of hope in the midst of our laments. Maybe they are even signposts to this morning’s gospel lesson, where Jesus invites us, wearied an worn as we may be, to come to him and find the rest we need for the work ahead.  But before we go any farther, let’s pray. 

If am honest, I have never really liked this Scripture, at least not the end of it, which is where we will begin and then go backwards to the beginning. It’s not really that I do not like the text, more so that I do not like the translations. 

“Come to me all you who are weary and heavy burdened.” 

Sure. I am just fine with that. We get tired. The burdens we all carry are real. Whether the realities of this pandemic of COVID-19 or the pandemic of racism that continues to seemingly lack a vaccination let alone trusted treatments, add this to the daily grind of life in this rat race of the American “dream” that too often looks like a nightmare for far too many, these yokes are heavy. That’s not the issue. My struggle is with the closing lines, “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” I have never understood how Jesus could say this in the same gospels where he calls us to carry our cross, give all we have to the poor, forgive enemies, turn the other cheek, put away swords, and work towards the liberation of the imprisoned, hungry, naked, and oppressed. This does not seem like light and easy work. These are certainly not calls framed by soft things and rainbows.

So a few years ago, I dug a little deeper into the text. I wrestled with it a bit and found that there was something to my angst about the typical readings of Matthew 11. A better way to read this would not be “my yoke is easy” rather, “my yoke is good, kind, and benevolent.” The word here is chrēstos, used throughout the New Testament to refer to the same kindness and benevolence of God that we are to show towards one another. It mirrors Micah 6:8, “what does the LORD require? Do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with God.” Still more, this morning’s Psalm 145 and the refrain of the primary characteristic of God throughout the Hebrew Scriptures, “The LORD abounds in loving kindness...The LORD is just in all ways and kind in all doings.” Kindness paralleled to justice and an extension of steadfast love is the focal lens of the biblical story. It is the yoke we learn to shoulder and share alongside one another, which guides us in good and right and true directions. It could even be said that this yoke of loving kindness and benevolence is the mark of discipleship that binds our wellbeing to the wellbeing of our neighbor.

This leads to the first of three questions that came to me this week, why are those Jesus calls to be yoked so very wearied and worn? "Come to me all you who are weary,” is more than the comfort we find with a good cup of coffee on our back patio that leads us to take a filtered Instagram picture to share with others. There is so much more to the fatigue of those Jesus draws to himself to shoulder the good and kind yoke of Christ- christos chrēstos. If we read Jesus’ sermon on the mount and the beatitudes, we gain a glimpse. Those Jesus called were the poor and the grieving, the meek and those hungry and thirsty for justice, the merciful and pure in heart, peacemakers and persecuted those who had surrendered everything for this new life in Christ and kingdom dreams for a better world.  They were the wounded ones with whom Jesus most fully identified and yoked. Friends, the yoke of Jesus is not easy, but it is so very good and kind and leads to a better and more just way of being. 

Over the course of the last few months, our Presbytery leveraged a series on our PresbySpeak Podcast (shameless plug), CyberPsalm Cafe: PresbySpeak for a Time Such as This. These hour-long episodes included conversations with children and youth workers, therapists and financial advisors, activists and advocates, and chaplains who have been on the frontlines of this pandemic and serving as the only human face not on a screen as patients take their last breaths. Recently, in light of the lives lost to police brutality and pervasive racism that particularly threatens Black lives, we hosted a prayer vigil led by African American clergy in our midst and a summit on race that combined both voices of color and white voices. While there is much hope to be claimed as the faithful of all ages and colors march and picket in cities and suburbs, to include Pottstown, the predominant emotion many are feeling- TIRED. Especially for those who identify as Black, weariness is real because they have shouldered this yoke so long, this yoke of injustice mixed with systemic racism in government and church systems. When we live in a land that is not truly our land, where liberty and justice are still not afforded to all, it’s no wonder exhaustion threatens endurance in what poet Julia Esquivel calls, “a marathon of Hope." Come to me all you who are weary and heavy laden- this is the modern context for Jesus’ incarnation of divine empathy that abounds in loving kindness.

This leads to our second question, who are we yoked to in this work of discipleship?  I am no agrarian farmer, but I do know what a yoke looks like. They are often designed for two oxen. Yokes are not for a singular cargo carrier. Do you follow? Jesus’ call to take his yoke upon us is a call to community. I imagine, depending on the size of the load, there would be multiple rows of yoked burden bearers to lighten the load. It calls to mind Jesus’ sending the disciples out two by two. Still, the question remains, who are we yoked to and whose burdens do we bear? I love Jesus’ prayer that prefaces this imagery, “I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants.” Jesus mirrors the lines he spoke in the beginning of today’s lectionary, “But to what will I compare this generation? It is like children sitting in the marketplaces calling to one another, ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we wailed for you, and you did not mourn.” 

Dirges and dances and wisdom in this yoked life are revealed to children, the young ones for whom the ancient world cast aside without any status of significance. They were more akin to slaves. Friends, Jesus could not be clearer. If we are to take Christ’s yoke upon us, we are to look to those for whom bondage is their struggle, oppression their past and present history, and marginalization and exclusion the shadow cast upon them. And if this if this is your story- the good news is you are among those Jesus most prefers and calls beloved and wise in his dreams for the world made new. 

A few weeks ago, I ventured into downtown Coatesville, the small sibling city to Philly my family calls home. It was a day when nearly 1000 people took to the main street and march in protest and demand that Black lives matter. A community known for despair, disenfranchisement, and neglect, Coatesville is mostly shown on the news when things go wrong. Generations have come and gone and the narrative remains. But on this day, things were different. Young people were leading dirges and dances, literally, with signs in hand and printed shirts on their bodies. It was one of the most multicultural movements this community had seen- some neighbors compared it to the day Martin Luther King, Jr. visited this region in the 1960’s. I was blown away, especially by the young people, Black, Brown, and White, leading the way. And the community was covenanting to listen to them and others. 

The same held true throughout Greater Philadelphia and all across the nation, as streets were even painted with the messages of the movement. Still more, many who have been hesitant to sign up as allies to this movement previously were now taking to the streets- in the midst of the pandemic. Can you see and hear it? These are the neighbors and beloved bearers of the image of God we are called to be yoked to as disciples of Jesus, the crucified one who drives this loaded cart of truth and reconciliation. What might this yoking to the cause of justice look like for you? What might you need to read? Whose story might you hear? Whose wisdom do you need to finally acknowledge and inform your decisions? What privilege might you need to acknowledge? What cause might you financially support? How might you reframe your leadership structure? How will you vote? This is not easy work, but it is so very good and just and reflective of the loving kindness of God that shapes our discipleship. It is also a good word for us on this Independence Day weekend, as we remember our freedom came at a cost and many still do not know the fullness of this freedom. 

Which leads to the final question, “are you willing to shoulder the yoke of discipleship no matter the cost?” The discerning of dirges and dances, justice and peace, truth and dismantling of oppression is everything but soft things and rainbows. It will likely lead to tension and strife, strained relationships and difficult conversations. You may lose jobs and dollars, reputation and a fair amount of privilege, membership may decline, and donors may detract. But inaction is the greatest of privilege and the vilest opponent to the gospel. I think Jesus’ cousin, John the Baptist, knew this and is likely why he is given a shout out at the center of today’s gospel. Jesus and John both knew well what it meant to be misunderstood and slandered for those they chose to be yoked to and burdens they carried upon their backs. This work of loving kindness and benevolence ultimately cost them both their lives. Their vocation went beyond cliché and trendy slacktivism. Will ours, too, in this time and place? 

I love the words of Womanist theologian, ethicist, and activist, Emilie Townes, regarding this text, “In this ripening and ripening once again we discover God’s wholeness as we seek to integrate our faith into our daily lives. This transformative discipleship is hard, necessary, and sometimes very lonely work…In doing so, we are called to live out our possibilities and not our shortcomings by answering, ‘Yes!’ to God’s ‘What if?’ As we do so, the love of God revealed in Jesus’ witness moves us to grow in compassion, understanding, and acceptance of each other.” (Emilie M. Townes, FOTW 214)

In other words, the yoked life of discipleship will lead us to dirges and dances and back again, as we say yes to God’s “what ifs”? What if we yoked ourselves to the cause of dismantling white supremacy that continues to plague our communities as much as any virus? What if we yoked ourselves to the provision of quality education for all people in this country and as far away as India? What if we yoked ourselves to the dreams of safety and opportunity for the immigrant in our land?  What if we yoked ourselves to the elimination of medical debt and assurance that all could have healthcare not only during COVID-19? What if we yoked ourselves to caring for the environment so the air was clean everyday as it has been in the midst of this pandemic? What if we yoked ourselves to the petitions of indigenous peoples, on whose land we live? What if we yoked ourselves to the wisdom of people of color, LGBTQIA+ peoples, and children and youth who dream of a world where justice runs down like a mighty river? What if we yoked ourselves to all this and more as an extension of our discipleship? What if we worked, as 19^th Century abolitionist, William Lloyd Garrison wrote in the preface to Frederick Douglass’ autobiography, “to be faithful, be vigilant, be untiring in your efforts to break every yoke and let the oppressed go free?”

We would be wearied without a doubt. But we would be wearied and worn because we are bound with those who have been broken and brutalized by the systems of our day. We would be wounded because we have shouldered ours and our neighbor’s oppression for generations and finally said, “enough!" This is what it looks like to live into the compassion and steadfast loving kindness of Christ who beckons all to come and find the rest each of us and all other bearers of the divine image need. This is the yoke of discipleship that leads us in dirges and dances of lament and hope, and the liminal spaces between, until all is well and good and right again. So may you, in all your weariness and with heavy burdens, come and follow the crucified and resurrected one, whose yoke is good and kind and burden just and right. May you follow this Jesus who offers more than soft things and rainbows, but assurance that the way of this gospel will ultimately lead to the kind of everlasting rest and freedom our souls and the whole creation most craves. Amen.

Thinking about Racism, Privilege, and Johnny Come Latelys

Every day, between 5-7 p.m. at the intersection of First Avenue and Business 30 in Coatesville, a small group of protesters stand with signs calling for change, solidarity, and affirmations that #blacklivesmatter. On a five-mile run this weekend, I passed by this particular placard and a group of about six. Despite their gracious invitation to join them, I could not stay; our family was quarantined until the test results came yesterday and confirmed we were and are COVID FREE. So, I supported their presence by remaining distant. 

The recent protests, marches, and public demonstrations are making some serious and rapid head way these days. I cannot help but think the Spirit is hovering over the chaos and bringing goodness and shalom out of the formless voids of the present struggle. I am not sure if the pandemic has forced many people of privilege finally to confront their complicity in systemic racism, but people are coming out in droves to affirm #blacklivesmatter and to call for far more than mere police reform. They are- we are- looking for much more. [Check out this article on what #defundthepolice and #abolishthepolice really means] 

For many, this was a weekend of increased allyship. For some, it was the first step in their commitment to the work of anti-racism. Maybe they were buying into the latest social trend and a chance for a quick IG pic, but their presence echoed the mantras and affected positively the algorithms calling for justice.* Sure, there is a concern for what can be called "performative activism," and skepticism has just cause, missing the forrest for the trees may not be helpful either. So  whenever I have been tempted to question fellow people of privilege who are “Johnny Come Lately,” I cannot help but also hear Jesus’ response to his disciples' cynicism about outsiders joining their exorcisms, "Whoever is not against us is for us" (Mark 9:40). 

Under quarantine, I thought a lot about and watched virtually the steady streams and images from protests and marches from large cities to small towns. My heart, mind, and conscience were deeply moved.  Then I ran by and briefly engaged the few at the corner. They have been there before and will be after the weekend buzz. They recognize this is more than a moment but a movement. They know that systemic racism is a problem and epidemic in America the brutiful. Period. Full stop. 

The generational manifestations of structural biases and racial injustices will not be deconstructed in a single weekend or by any isolated social media post, certainly to include this one. The dismantling of America’s original sin of racism that pervades law enforcement and politics, corporations and religious institutions, quality of education and access to nutritional food, basic healthcare, sustainable employment, affordable housing, green spaces, and recreational facilities, etc. will take all of us for much longer than a day or two. 

But these days matter so much, still. They matter as much as the Black and Brown lives that are the focus and leaders of this movement. 

So join the cause in whatever way you can, large or small, aware our collective efforts are required this day and every day, on this street corner and in every community near and far.  

Recommended Reads on Race, Bias, and White Privilege: A Continual Conversion

There are many great links to recommended reads as we continue to confront the horrific realities of racism that, as many have said, is this country’s original sin. In efforts for people of privilege to educate ourselves, we must remember the systems, structures, and powers of our day are not necessarily broken; rather, they are working precisely as designed in a nation with a history of enslavement, genocide, conquest of native peoples, and racism that targets people of color. Hauntingly, these are the primary backdrops of our social, economic, political, and even religious establishments and ideologies. The great evil is, despite endless pleas, protests, marches, movements, and orations by some of history's greatest activists and leaders, these very systems have not been deconstructed or reformed to eradicate systemic racism. Instead, they continue to be cowardly sustained and defended. 

To be clear, the road towards such understanding has been slow and difficult, at times painful and humiliating. I have had to confront my own racism, biases, and privileges for the last twenty years and more. Most of my pilgrimage of faith and discipleship formation has come by way of confession and unlearning much of what I considered true, good, right, and “normal.” For white people on this journey, there is no such thing as an arrival as “not racist;” there is only the continual conversion of the heart, mind, and lenses through which we view the world and our movement through it. I am beyond grateful for the patient saints and cloud of witnesses who have walked alongside me, extended grace to me, and continue to aid in my own journey to be the best kind of ally and co-conspirer for God’s justice and reconciliation. There is much work to do and the place we all need to start, especially for us white folk, is by taking a long look in the mirror. 

Or our book shelves. 

So here are some recommended reads and a few podcasts, too. I have not been to my office for some time, so going a bit off memory here. There are an infinite others, and would love recommendations. Talk to one another and do the honest work together. 

• White Privilege:Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack by Peggy McIntosh
• The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michele Alexander
• How to Be an Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi
• Brené Brown with Ibram X. Kendi: How to Be an Antiracist (Unlocking Us Podcast) 
• Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates (Anything by Coates)
• Stop Asking People Of Color To Explain Racism–Pick Up One Of These Books Instead
• Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson (The incredible film can be viewed for free here)
• Let’s Talk About Whiteness (On Being Podcast with Krista Tippet)
• Whistling Vivaldi: How Stereotypes Affect Us and What We Can Do by Claude M. Steele
• Waking Up White and Finding Myself in the Story of Race by Debby Irving
• Faith in the Face of Empire: The Bible through Palestinian Eyes by Mitri Raheb
• Trouble I’ve Seen: Changing the Way the Church Talks about Racism  by Drew G.I. Hart
• Binding the Strong Man and Say to This Mountain by Ched Meyers (Commentaries on the Gospel of Mark)
• The Prophetic Imagination by Walter Brueggemann 
• Many Colors: Cultural Intelligence for a Changing Church by Soong Chan Rah :) (I first read Next Evangelicalism, but have heard him speak live on this book and others)
• Outside the Lines: How Embracing Queerness Will Transform Your Faith by Mihee Kim-Kort
• The Cross and the Lynching Tree by James H. Cone
• Black Dignity in a World Made for Whiteness by Austin Channing Brown
• Threatened by Resurrection and The Certainty of Spring by Julia Esquivel (poet, activist, and exiled Guatemalan)
• Here for It: Or, How to Save Your Soul in America by R. Eric Thomas
• Dear Church: A Love Letter from a Black Preacher to the Whitest Denomination in the U.S. by Lenny Duncan
• But I Don’t See You as Asian: Curating Conversations about Race by Bruce Reyes-Chow 
• Anti-Racism with Andre Henry (Liturgists Podcast) 
• Writing My Wrongs: Life, Death, and Redemption in an American Prison by Shaka Senghor

*Picture above is a collection of old books turned into the base of the bar at the Modern Times Lomaland Fermatorium. 

On Pentecost Today

They were all gathered together

in one place

this was not hegemony

this was resistance 

through solidarity 

deconstruction of homogeneity 

those with narratives of exclusion

finally finding inclusion 

proclamations that their lives

languages

cultures

quests for justice 

yes, they mattered

in this story of resurrection

that hinged on the vindication of the 

Oppressed One

not slowed by the abuse of his brown body 

untethered to death by 

beastly powers and systems 

who ushered in a movement 

the Ascension of a new kind of community

which we await for still

in our time 

in our place

when these visions and dreams 

feel so very distant.  

---

Art by Mayah, age 3.

On Charlottesville and the Call of the Church: Standing in the Tempests of Racism and White Supremacy

One thing I have learned lately, the Lectionary has a way of serving as a channel for the Spirit to speak into the issues of the day- and weekend. This was true with yesterday’s familiar Gospel story- Jesus (and Peter) walking on the water in Matthew 14:22-33. 

As I reflected late last night, with the events of Charlottesville on my heart and mind, I landed on this simple charge: upon the waters of chaos is where Jesus calls his disciples to walk. These are the same waters the Spirit hovered over in the beginning and called forth light.

Yet, when the strong winds of this world bellow upon us, like Peter, we are tempted to become become fickle and afraid. When our sure-footedness feels like a thing of the past and safety and security are as questionable as the waters beneath us, we wonder why we ever left the boat in the first place.

This is what Jesus saves Peter from- questioning that upon these waters is exactly where he and all disciples are called to wander in faith, hope, love, and an unwavering commitment to justice. Upon these waters is where he- and the whole world- will find deliverance.

In these days, with squalls of racism and violence and the tempests of white supremacy trumpeted with renewed energy under the banner of God and country, I am giving thanks for those who dare to step out of the boat in faith and to stand. I am giving thanks for those who refuse to sink in the chaotic waters even as they embrace the hand of Christ and walk upon such seas- exposing the evils and injustices that seek to unsettle the spirit and slow the progress of a nation through fragile acts of terror. I am grateful for preachers and prophets, teachers, bloggers, sisters and brothers across faith traditions, and advocates of all kinds who have refused to disengage, remain silent, or white-knuckle their own security and public image and instead have taken to the front lines of holy solidarity and cruciform love.

I pray each of us would have the courage to do the same. Only there, as we walk upon these turbulent waters armed with God's grace and compassion, can we find salvation. This is where the Spirt hovers and brings forth light.

This has always been so.

Some quick links to stories of those walking upon the waters of chaos in these days, please let me know of others I should add:

• Twitter handle of Rev. Traci Blackmon (@pastortraci), UCC pastor and executive minister of UCC Justice and Witness Ministries, was leading a service in a church on the grounds of UVA and surrounded by torch-bearing white supremacists Friday night. Rev. Blackmon was also forced off camera during an interview due to the violence.  Photo above is from that gathering, full story here. 
• Prayer written by Jill Duffield, Editor of The Presbyterian Outlook, who joined an interfaith march in the midst of the Charlottesville rally.
• https://www.pcusa.org/news/2017/8/14/pcusa-leaders-condemn-white-supremacy-racism/ 
• Prayer from the Streets of Charlottesville
• Diana Butler Bass conversation with Brian McLaren, who was on the ground in Charlottesville. 
• http://auburnseminary.org/what-i-saw-in-charlottesville/ 
• John Pavlovitz: Yes, This Is Racism.
• https://sojo.net/articles/faith-led-counter-protest-white-nationalism-charlottesville
• Charlottesville Vice Mayor Wes Bellamy Reacts To White Nationalist Rally
• Prayer and Resources of Support from Presbyterian Disaster Assistance